When trapped while we check for ways n means to find a vent, a broken window, a key....His ways are way beyond our imagination can fathom.... Just leave it to Him, Mr. God Almighty... bat your eyelids and the next moment you will be standing in the midst of a beautiful meadow...with a warm crisp winter sun beaming at you and no walls or traps for miles to see... :-):-) I believe in this magic and it works everytime... But you have to do your bit of trying at first to trigger this magic :-) RM
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Ways n means :-)
When trapped while we check for ways n means to find a vent, a broken window, a key....His ways are way beyond our imagination can fathom.... Just leave it to Him, Mr. God Almighty... bat your eyelids and the next moment you will be standing in the midst of a beautiful meadow...with a warm crisp winter sun beaming at you and no walls or traps for miles to see... :-):-) I believe in this magic and it works everytime... But you have to do your bit of trying at first to trigger this magic :-) RM
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Acknowledged
When she had looked at the new Moon, it had seemed promising of an equally beautiful other face
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets
It always ends the same way.
Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.
She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.
She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one
Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets
It always ends the same way.
Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.
She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.
She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one
Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.
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